Posts Tagged ‘Burnaby’

I grew up in a conservative country in the Middle East and immigrated to Canada when I was 14. Now I’m a 27-year-old, single, straight woman living in Burnaby and my secret is: lately I have been having a lot of fantasies about having sex with another woman. I don’t know whether it’s my cultural background or it’s my new found love for the western culture, but I really want to experience the passionate touch of another woman. It’s been a fantasy of mine for a while now. I just want another girl to undress me, kiss me passionately and I really want to know how it feels to touch another woman. I want to feel the rush of undressing another girl and kissing her. I can’t get it out of my head, and I don’t know any women who would be willing to do this with me. I secretly tried to find out if any of my friends would be interested but so far no luck. Now I am thinking it may have to be with a stranger and I have often thought of calling an escort service, but I know I would regret it afterwards. The thought of STDs scares me and my Middle Eastern origin worries me because according to my culture my fantasies are not appropriate. I have created a profile on Ashley Madison and hopefully I’ll get to live out my fantasy soon. I’m really glad to have finally confessed to this fantasy of mine.

My secret is that I am sleeping with a man who has a serious girlfriend of 2 years. I feel no remorse, guilt, or shame. I met him on an affair site called Ashley Madison in Richmond. He is from Burnaby. He is giving the best sex of my life. I don’t know why he is cheating on his girlfriend, but I am glad he is. I use him just for sex because I know he is in a relationship. Last night, however, he told me he would make love to me and not just have sex. All I could say is wow. For 11 years seems like all I have been doing is screwing around with boys. This guy showed me how to be loved and how to love back. I am sore everywhere today but has that satisfying grin that I never had before on my face. Now I am afraid if I let it continue for few more weeks, I will fall in love with him.

I live in Kamloops, a vibrant, sexy 20 year old, and a whore. That sounds crude, but the technical term is ‘escort’, but what it boils down to is that I get paid for sex. When I was younger I was sexually abused. I didn’t get justice from anywhere even my family thought I was lying about everything. My depression left me unable to hold down a steady job, and the only thing of value I have right now is me. I had sex with the guys who want to lose their virginity, I had sex with married guys who are not satisfied at home, I had sex with all sorts of people. I also travel to Vancouver, Richmond, Nanaimo, Burnaby, Victoria, Kelowna. Since I became an escort I feel I have tremendous amount of power over men who would do anything to be with me. And I’m worth $400+ an hour. And I’m not ashamed of this. Everyone knows sex sells and I am selling it.

I regret not completing my undergrad education. I was a student at the University of British Columbia. My parents paid for everything, but instead of studying, I was too busy partying. Now I realize how important having a degree is, especially now that I am looking to change careers. Most employers want no less than a bachelor’s degree. If I knew then what I know now, my life would be so different now. I’m a forty two year old competing with 22 year olds who have graduate degrees. I am stuck with my high school diploma.

I had a friend with benefits who I had been with for just over a year. I knew nothing more would ever happen between us as we were cut from different types of fabrics. He was 7 years younger than I and into partying all the time. I was into school and trying to get my degree. But we would get together a few times a week to have sex.

Just near the end of our relationship he met a girl and started to date her so our encounters started to decrease and this made me mad. Not because he was seeing her but because we were having less sex. All I wanted from him was a good time.

Just as school was letting out for the year I told him that I was pregnant. I wasn’t really but I wanted him to panic and break up with his girlfriend so he would be miserable. I wanted him to feel something for me. I wanted to see what he would do. He broke up with his girlfriend and planned on moving in with me to make “everything” right. Just before he was about to move in I faked a miscarriage and told him that he didn’t need to move in now.

I have never told anyone that I faked a pregnancy or the miscarriage. He has moved on and so did I. I was just happy to know that I ruined his life for one summer out of his perfect life.